Ian Kabra ONLY.

I can't help but chuckle once I read my new dorm's nametag. Looks like Ian will have a lot of adapting to do.

I open the door and whistle in awe at Ian's side of the room. I'm guessing he got brand new furniture, since the ones on my side look very different from his. For starters, his closet is way bigger than mine.

I look at the door cautiously before making my way toward his closet. What does he keep in here that would require of such a large closet? As soon as I open the door, though, my mouth drops in awe. Not even Sinead Starling, who, even though she is supposed to be my enemy I must admit, is the most famous actress in the entire world, could have such assortments. I'm not going to go into detail, but let me tell you that all the clothes summed up would equal to a hundred. All organized to utmost perfection. And not one single pair of jeans or a t-shirt in sight.

I gaze at my flimsy suitcase, which holds all of my clothing. I honestly don't know what to say…

His bedding is definitely made of silk, and he has a thousand of pillows. A very comfortable-looking couch sits next to his bedside table, slightly angled so it points to the bed. In between the couch and the bed, there is a small carpet, on which a pair of soft slippers is placed. In front of his bed, there's his desk (which trust me, looks too neat) and a large assortment of books to each side. My eyes lit up at this, but they darken once I spot the titles, which are all about economy, politics, etc.

And then I spot it.

A small refrigerator to one of the bookcase's side.

If Ian is a millionaire, then there must be very tasty pastries in there. And I haven't eaten anything ever since the plane took off.

I'm about to walk toward it when I hear a knock on the door. Praying it's not either Hamilton or Jonah, I make my way toward it. Two identical-looking, tall, and sort of handsome redheads are standing in front of me.

"Dan Cahill?" one of them asks.

I nod. "Yeah…uh, how do you know who I am?"

"Because you're definitely not Ian Kabra," the other responds, pointing at the door's nametag.

I frown in confusion. I haven't added my name to it…

"I'm Seth, and he's Trent," the one to the right introduces.

I feel as if I've seen them somewhere, but I can't exactly point out where.

"Nice meeting you," I answer.

"Likewise," Trent replies. He points at me nonchalantly. "You're going to play volleyball, right?"

I nod.

"Well, the coach needs you at the locker rooms," Seth explains. "He wants to hand you the uniform and the schedule."

"Thanks for telling me," I answer. I chuckle. "But could you please tell me where they are?"

"The volleyball locker rooms?" Trent answers. "We can take you there if you want!"

"Oh, that'd be very n-" I stop myself. 'Awesome' would sound more like something Dan would say rather than 'very nice'. "That'd be awesome."

"No problem," Seth tells me, smiling. "Follow me."

As we make our way outside, I keep glancing at the twins. They seem so familiar…I know I've met them somewhere. But where?

One thing I forgot to tell you is that Hastings's Academy is surrounded by several huge courts. Soccer, baseball, track, polo…one for every sport that's played outside. There are also buildings containing courts for sports played inside, too, such as basketball, volleyball, and swimming. In fact, the courts take up more than half of the academy's space. After all, sports are the academy's main priority.

Seth points at one building that's smaller than the others. It's right next to the track court, where the players are finishing up.

"Those are the temporal volleyball lockers," he tells me. "The ones inside the volleyball court are under construction right now, so the players use this one. The coach is inside, waiting for you."

"Oh, I get it," I reply. I turn to look at them. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," they reply, smiling as they leave.

Maybe not every person in this school is as bad as Ian or the Hammers.

I make my way toward the building, breathing in the afternoon's fresh air. I feel less stressed out than before. However, I can't help but wonder why those twins seem so familiar…

I open the door and it hits me. They're the Starlings.

My eyes widen, and I realized that there's no one waiting for me here. Only some sort of prank from the Starlings! But before I can retreat, the Hammers appear right in front of me.

"What in the world are you doing here?"

It's Hamilton.

I gasp. "I…I…I was looking for the volleyball coach, but I got the wrong locker room! Sorry, I'll be going!"

"Evan, close the door behind soft skin," Jonah instructs.

Evan does at told.

I shrink back as the Hammers begin to corner me.

"You really do want to get beat up, don't you?" Hamilton tells me.

I shake my head. "It was an honest mistake-"

"Everybody knows that the track locker room is one of our areas," Hamilton cuts in. "After all, we're the team's stars. We can do whatever we want with this place."

Kurt smirks proudly.

I notice that they are all sweaty and in their uniforms, but that isn't important. What is important is that those stupid Starlings tricked me, and that there is no Ian to save me.

"Today has turned out to be a good day," Evan comments. "First, coach dismisses us early for a very good practice sessions, and now we get to beat up a newbie!"

One thing about the Hammers is that they are all idiots. They think that I can't unlock doors. Which is exactly what I do.

"Hey!" Hamilton exclaims.

I slip out of the door and run out of the locker rooms as quickly as I can.

"You had to jinx it, didn't you?" I hear Jonah snap at Evan.

Hamilton and Kurt are still behind me. And being the track stars they are, they obviously catch up on me. I feel Hamilton's hand grab my shirt.

"Whimp!" he exclaims.

"Hey, what's going on in here?"

"Oh," Hamilton says, smirking. "If it isn't the principal's son. What, are you going to go tell your daddy?"

I turn to look to my right, trying to hold back a smile as I spot Jake looking down at Kurt and Hamilton. He looks even better than he normally does with his soccer uniform.

"If you don't stop it, then yes," Jake threatens.

"Fine, we won't beat him up right now," Hamilton gives in.

I think it's too quick for him, but my thoughts are quickly silenced.

"But we will continue this tomorrow in the track locker rooms," Hamilton tells me, glowering. "You think you can run away from us, you punk?"

My mouth parts open in surprise.

Jake shakes his head. "You won't pick up a fight with him."

"Yes we will," Kurt hisses at Jake.

"Unless he wants to end up as the coward of the entire school," Hamilton tells me. "We might not be part of the social butterflies club like Jake. But we are pretty influential around here."

I gulp.

The two of them begin to walk closer to me.

"So, what will you choose?" Hamilton asks.

I'm about to decline, but then I remember. I'm supposed to be Dan: brave, impulsive, and one who jumps to prove otherwise when someone calls him a coward. As much as I don't want to end up half-dead in the hospital, I have to say yes.

I frown in defiance.

Before our parents died, I remember there was a group of boys who enjoyed terrorizing the girl who stuttered. Meaning, me. Dan got into a fight with them trying to defend me. The results? A bloody nose, a swollen eye and bruises in his stomach for him. If I want to help out my brother, then I've got to do this.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I blurt out.

Jake sighs.

I can't believe my mouth obeyed my brain. It usually stays glued together whenever I find myself in a dangerous situation.

Hamilton grins. "That's what I wanted to hear."

And with that, Kurt and Hamilton leave.

"You shouldn't have done that," Jake tells me, looking after them.

I take a look at him, and my heart skips a beat. I want to smile like a love struck girl, but I can't blow my cover. I stand up straighter, purse up my lips in a 'rude boy' manner (according to Nellie), and in my closest Dan tone say: "No one calls me a coward."

He chuckles, glancing at me. "Your sister was right. You're quite impulsive."

My heart does a summersault of happiness. We've talked before, and once, I told him about Dan. That was two years ago, and he remembers! I keep my cool façade. "Amy is a really good observant."

And then I remember. Dan is too stubborn to admit his flaws.

Jake smiles. "Yeah, she's really smart."

Yay!

"Hey, are you in contact with your sister?" he asks.

I quickly nod. "Yes, why?"

"Just tell her that what happened back in the open house…" he begins.

I want the ground to swallow me up. Of course, if he remembers a small conversation we had years ago, he will remember my teddy-bear underwear (which I wanted to get rid of, but couldn't…even though it caused me embarrassment, the teddy-bear was too cute).

"Tell her that I forgot about everything."

I perk up at this.

"Actually, don't tell her anything!" he quickly retracts his words. "She might feel embarrassed if you do…just, forget it."

If I weren't pretending to be Dan and was like those popular girls who could ask boys out, I would've hugged him right on the spot. He actually cares about how I feel!

"Alright, dude," I reply.

"Thanks." He smiles, frowning good-naturedly. "You really do look like your sister."

"I get that a lot," I answer.

His smile grows. "Well then, Dan. I've gotta get back to soccer practice! I'll see you around."

"Of course," I reply, waving at his retreating figure.

And then I let myself smile and blush.

I turn around to get back to my dorm. All my thoughts are flooded with Jake, until I step foot inside my room. I don't know why, but I'm reminded of Hamilton. And the fact that he'll beat me up tomorrow.

I exhale, shaking my head. I'm so dead. Suddenly, I feel down once again. Maybe something from Ian's refrigerator will cheer me up. I glance at the door to make sure he isn't back from practice before I sneakily make my way toward it. Opening up, my hopes disappear. It's full of healthy stuff! I'm not as sweet-indulged as Dan, but I'm not in the mood of things low in calories. Spotting a Gatorade, I grab it. Closing the refrigerator behind me, I open it up.

I'd left my handbag on the floor.

Which I didn't take notice of and immediately tripped on. The Gatorade spills all over my shirt.

"Oh, that's just what I needed!" I exclaim, scoffing at the Gatorade. "Today's just not my day."

I drink what's left and throw it in the trash before making my way toward the bathroom.

I'd completely forgotten about Ian's rule of not using it today until he finished up, and that was my first mistake.

My second mistake was not to lock the door behind me.

I begin to scrub my shirt before realizing that it won't work if I don't take it off. Thankful to remove the sticky shirt from me, I begin to splatter soap all over it. As soon as I begin to wash the Gatorade off, the door to the bathroom opens.

I'm to slow to cover myself up.

Ian is staring at me, his eyes wide.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! I just wanted to answer some other things:

CelestialBronzeLightning and MrsJoshHutcherson113 (haha, nice pen-name!): Hopefully, the way he discovered Amy's real identity wasn't too lame :P

Amazing Girl: Sorry about that! I'm also a Jamy fan, but I thought that Amian would be better for this story. However, I already got an idea for a Jamy story...(:

catdreamer39: Haha, it's okay! I actually do know that the Starlings are triplets, I just didn't want to put 'Ned and Ted' so I instead put twins.

Clara0414: Yeah, sorry about that. What I meant to say when I said 'it has each of the dorm's inhabitant's names on the door' was that each of the people occupying the dorm had their names placed on the door. However, it seems that you already figured it out, LOL.

Hopefully, my next update will come as quick as this one did! Stay tuned :)